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[mrs-trophy-wife]

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A Focus on Elongated Cushions

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[eterno1111]

The most important issue is choosing the perfect ring for your heart and soul, so keep that in mind when you get down to choosing the exact engagement ring. Whether you are drawn to the modern elegance of a lengthy winding shrink or the dead charm of an old fig cutting, embody the shape with your sensitivities and pick out the hoop that fits the specific courtship of your accomplice ships.

[breitzbachbea]

Really hate that my stupidity will cost me 36 Euros next week. Well. My stupidity and technical failure.

[screampied]

Pls write a Toji fic where at any point he says he fucking loves your pussy 😞 Toji’s dirty talk is just different

toji being obsessed with your pussy ★

cw. fem! reader, brief p in v, degradation, spıt, ōral (f! receiving), overstim, hair pulling, mdni.

it was no secret— toji fushiguro was a nasty man,

the nastiest. especially whenever it came to being propped up between your legs. whether it’s giving you ruthless thrusts to where your toes are all curled up and numb, or . . he’s shoved face first right between your plush thighs. it was hard to differentiate whether his slick mouth or his dick in general was the nastiest of the two. currently, he’d have you sprawled out on the bed. your ankles instinctively lock against his slim waist as he’s pounding into you again and again. “shit, ‘m gonna fill you up again, baby,” he’d groan, grabbing ahold of one of your legs. it dangles as you’re just being fucked stupid. the most doltish expression marinated against your face before he brings your ankle up to his mouth to give it a teasing kiss. “mhm, always know how to take me everytime. wet girl, ‘s fuckin’ sloppy just for me.”

“t- tojiiii,” you’d whine out in pathetic babbles.

due to his thick size and even thicker girth, the stomach seizing that churns all throughout your lower abdomen comes so easily that you’re panting.

hot, parching breaths of airy air aerates out of your sheeny parted lips before he’s balls deep. you’re clenching down onto him tight, gripping him with all your might like a vice and he sucks his teeth from the addictive rapture. leafy, cunning eyes of his stare into you and a hand of his gingerly wraps around your throat. “fuck, f-fuuuck. inside, ‘toj. i can’t take it.”

“course ya can,” he snickers, grinding his beefy body against yours before he sneaks a kiss against your trembling lips. the strong taste of alcohol resides on his tongue and you moan before he precipitously pulls away. “hold onto my arms, sweet girl. ‘s gonna get a bit messy, heh.”

as he continues to mercilessly drill into you—he lets off a four second groan. it’s so low that you can hear the baritone growl from underneath it. it’s sexy. you stare up at him with glossy eyes, the way he elongates the single syllable in such a gruff tone.

it makes you throb, toji’s head throws itself back as he’s starting to flood your womb with such goopy amounts of his cum. it trickles into you in ropes, satiny rich ropes that leave you feeling entirely fulfilled.

fulfilled in a filthy way though,

“. . goddamn,” he huffs as his chest steadily raises in and out. your shaky legs still envelop around his slim waist as he’s pumping you full of cock. the vicious wet squelches that came out of your own cunt was so lewd, he never wants the noise to stop. “such a messy girl. mhmm,” and he slowly pulls his pulsating dick out. gradually, he’s purposely taking his time and smirking at your little irritated whimper. devastatingly enough, your gaping entrance now feels completely empty once he’s not inside of you anymore. all you feel was the freshly soaked viscous wads of seed shoved all inside of your walls. still gushing, he leans down and brings his face right up against your legs. “mine.” he purrs, poking out a single thumb to spread your puffed, swollen lips open. toji happily gawks at the mess he created, you’re still trying to catch your own breath as you’re slumped back against the cushioned bed frame.

it’s so sticky—he flicks his tongue near the right side of his mouth. it swipes against his inclined scar and you can hear his breathy chortle right between your legs.

you knew what that meant,

he wanted more, he was still hungry and he was gonna clean you right up—after all, toji didn’t like putting things to waste. especially if that ‘thing’ was nothing more than his precious cum.

“f- fuck, toji,” you moan, your hips wriggling a bit as he pries your legs apart from each other. as he moves you a bit, you wreathe from his weight thwacking against you. with the way his cum droops out of your fluttering entrance.

oh, it was such a sight to see.

a fat thumb of his goads toward your dampened, oozing slit before he gives your sloppy pussy a single kiss. toji doesn’t even flinch at the taste of himself now starting to go against his tongue.

it’s bitter anyway—barely with a taste to it but with a concoction of your sweet arousal, it tasted appetizing,

you tasted appetizing.

“you’re s-so nasty.” you puff, tugging ahold of his ravened strands. he’s always loved whenever you did that. as he’s still swaying his hips against you, you take it upon yourself to comb a few curling fingers into his rumpled hair. toji simpers, showing you nothing but a sly, hungry gaze. “t- toji, mhm.”

“yeah, girl. duh, nasty just for you though,” he whispers against your pussy. his breath was warm, feverish even. with each movement he moves closer, lolling out his tongue to get a good enough taste, you’re throbbing right in his mouth. your back naturally arches and he hums, slurping in your syrupy fervor. “fuckin’ love this pussy, ‘s sweet. sweet ‘n sloppy. listen to how she tries to give me little back talk, baby.”

and you grow mute—feeling him purse his lips, moving away to only then bring a big hand towards your slick opening. as you’re convulsing time and time again, he slithers two thickset fingers inside of your entrance and you whine. another hand of his starts to give your cunt a few rude spanks. you jolt back, moaning with your exposed breasts harmonizing with your unsteady movements. “ooh,” he snarls, hearing the slosh. it’s so wet, a few spurts of your juices even lands directly underneath his chin. he licks it with his tongue before giving it another spank, and another, and another.

swatting a palm repeatedly against your pussy, you’re continuing to drag and scrape his face closer between your thighs. “like that, huh. fuckin’ messy girl,” and he spanks it again before blowing against it. “my messy girl. my messy pussy.”

and toji starts to make out with your cunt. literally french kisses against it with tongue—his lengthy dark lashes close shut before he latches his lips against your swollen walls, feeling your body twitch in response. “heh,” he exhales deeply before departing his spit-coated lips away. his scar tickling against your entrance and another whine dies out of your throat. “keep this up ‘n ‘m gonna propose to this sloppy cunt, right princess?”

and he’s not even talking to you anymore, nor is he looking at you—he’s talking to your pussy, as if it, could reply.

“exactly,” he jibes, gifting you a final mean spank against your folds before flipping you over. you gasp once he pulls your hips against him. a hand of his squeezes a fat chunk of your ass before he spanks it. the recoil of your ass makes him groan. “mhm, not done though. gimme that arch again baby, bend against me. gonna take my time with you, messy girl.”

[donatellawritings]

you should totally do boxer!rafe with shy!reader.

love you stinka 😘

love you more <3

you were as shy as they came, your palms hummed with nerves as they glazed over with clammy sweat, eye contact made your tummy swirl with anxious butterflies, and your chewed on your bottom lip or the smooth gummy inside of your cheeks, more often than not. so, it was pretty routine for people’s eyes to widen in obnoxious shock when you decided to take up being a ring girl — it was fast money that paid your bills and would get you through finishing college. although, you weren’t all too familiar with the sport of boxing, you figured that at least the cute outfits, no matter how skimpy they were, and the caked on makeup and bombshell hair could help you get out of your introverted shell.

you couldn’t help but blush, each time you strutted your tight little ass into the ring, your perked up ears not missing the inappropriate hoots and whistles that came your way. your plump lips swelled into a beaming smile as made your way around the ring, you tiny hot pants wedged between your soft ass cheeks and swollen tits pushed up in your skintight crop top, your pedicured feet slightly aching in your elongating shiny black pumps. before returning back to your ringside seat, your doe eyes flickered over to rafe cameron, the up and coming boxer from kildare island who seemed to have each and every girl wrapped around his bruised fingers.

you licked over your swollen lips as he sent you a wink, the blood that dripped from his gashed eye rolling down his structured cheekbone as he smirked at you. you couldn’t ignore the subtle ache that pulsed between your oiled and shiny thighs as he flexed his broad shoulders, before sinking his sharp teeth down into his dark red mouth guard.

“damn girl, y’look good!” a spectator whistled, breaking you from your trance as you exited the ring, prancing over to your cushioned folding chair, flipping your shiny tousled hair over your shoulder.

boxing had never been your thing, but you had to admit that there was payoff when it came to the eye candy you were subjected to watch, day in and day out. however, there was an unspoken rule that came with your job: do not date any of the fighters — it would make things muddy and far too complicated. i mean, what good could come from adrenaline-filled men who fucked as many girls as they won championships?

so, you took rafe’s lustful gaze with a grain of salt — you wouldn’t subject yourself from having to deal with the inevitable heartbreak that would come from having intimate dealings with a man, like rafe cameron.

pulling up the hem of your uncomfortably clingy top, you let out a small huff and you mushed your sticky, gloss-coated lips together. you loved your job, it gave you an escape, an in to be the girl who wasn’t pathetically timid and shy, to the point where you were flustered when holding even the most basic of conversations. yet, you still found yourself a bit secluded from your coworkers, and it wasn’t because you didn’t want to make friends — your coy nature and sheltered upbringing just made it that much harder for you.

taking a small breath, your swollen tits expanded against the fabric of your top as you took in the sound of rafe’s gloved fists cracking into the face of his pathetic opponent. you quickly got lost in the roaring crowd as rafe sent a blood-curdling punch across his weakened counterpart’s jaw, sending the ill-fated man to the floor as rafe cockily flexed his muscles, sticking out his blood-coated tongue as his bright pink lips stretched into a cocky grin.

𝜗ৎ

rafe loved the spotlight, he craved it — to hear people scream and clamor for him was such an aphrodisiac for him. you see, he was no stranger to being fawned over, he’d developed quite the reputation for being a hit-it-and-quit-it type of guy, a one-time lover that you could never seem to forget, or want to forget. but, he too, had his demons. rafe was hopelessly tethered to violence — it was the only fix that truly allowed him to express himself, in a way that thoroughly satisfied him and curbed his anger. i mean, shit, the young man fought so much, he figured he’d might as well get paid for it, not that he needed it, being the heir to his father’s hefty trust fund.

now dressed in light fresh sweats that loosely hung off of his hips, rafe watched with hooded eyes as the ring girls made their way through the dimmed halls — he’d fucked majority, if not, all of the girls, but you, you were new and fresh as a daisy— this was only your second fight. he could smell how nervous you were, a little shaky thing, but oh so fuckin’ pretty.

you just needed a little … conditioning. but, that was okay, rafe could help with that, no problem.

“hiii, rafe,” the cluster of girls sang, each of their enhanced lips spreading into ditzy smiles as rafe entered their line of vision. licking over his lips, rafe nodded in return, before flicking his fingers towards one of the girls.

leaning his head down, rafe sighs with feigned interest in the bottle blonde who stood cheerily before him, “y’wanna help me out, doll?” rafe smiled, watching as the blonde furiously nodded, before he could finish his sentence, “y’so sweet — uh, tell me, where’s that pretty spanish girl who works with you, huh? the real quiet one?” he questions softly, his eyes low as the blonde swallows down her jealousy, before taking a quick breath. rafe could smell the envy that loomed over the blonde — she was a quick fuck from about three months ago, who just couldn’t seem to take the hint.

“um, sh-she shouldn’t be that far behind — is there anything else i can do for you?” the girl answers swiftly, her bright eyes wide with hope as rafe’s eyes fall on you.

softly nudging the blonde’s chin, rafe maintains his million-dollar smile, “nah, thank you though, sweetheart,” rafe declines, his bruised and sprained knuckles stretching against his skin as he makes his way over to you.

a pretty little thing, like you, should never walk with her head down.

breathing out a sharp whistle, rafe can’t help but breathe out a laugh as you flinch, your doe eyes wide as you finally make direct eye contact with the tall man. you were way shorter than him, and he couldn’t help but steal a shameless glance at your deliciously pushed-up tits. rafe’s strained blue eyes didn’t miss the way your wiped the palms of your hands against the skimpy fabric of your tiny black shorts.

“y’don’t need to be scared of me, princess — just wanna properly introduce myself, yeah?” rafe coos, cocking his head to the side with parted lips as your throat bobs with a light swallow, before your dolled-up hair bounces with a subtle nod. “ah, gonna have to break you out of that little shell of yours, yeah?” he comments, gently nudging your chin as your swollen lips part with blushed cheeks.

with a low and mousey tone, you allow your name to roll off of the tongue, your eager bambi eyes set on rafe’s bloodshot blues, “i just, i am not used to putting myself out there,” you force out a laugh, your skin-hugging attire suddenly becoming too tight for your comfort as you find yourself fiddling with the hem of your ridiculously cropped top.

with a tilted head, rafe drinks in every part of you. from your introverted nature and nervous quirks, to the slight sing of an accent that coats your every word.

he couldn’t ignore the way his blood rushed to his cock as you crumbled under his unwavering eye contact, you were new territory for him and he needed to experience you in your entirety.

leaning in a bit closer to you, rafe allows his soft lips to ghost over yours, “want you to stick with me, princess — gonna have to show you how the world works,” he decides, lightly nudging your jaw, before pulling away from you and making his way back to his locker room.

you were left a blushing and slightly embarrassed mess as you found yourself mindlessly following rafe’s path — each and every one of your inhibitions dissipating with each step you pump-clad feet took.

little did you know just how underprepared you were for rafe cameron’s world.

[jar-of-maise]

"Lynette!" Lyney bursts into the living room with uncharacteristic clumsiness. Leaning against the door frame, Lyney looks like the perfect image of chaos. Little streamers erupt from his pockets and tiny fireworks explode, crackling from under hat and sleeve as he stumbles through the doorway. 

The ominous smell of smoke begins to taint the air. 

"Lyney, you know what the rules are about magic props inside the house," Lynette chides, blowing on her tea meticulously without looking at her brother. 

"Is something wrong...Lyney?" Freminet asks hesitantly, unsure of how to breach the topic. 

His older brother huffs dramatically, staggering over to the couch with comically elongated steps. Freminet has to remind himself that this is his older brother, Lyney the Magician, the responsible team leader they all look up to and admire. 

He takes another look at Lyney's frazzled expression and decides that now might not be one of those times. 

“Oh it’s horrid!” Lyney whines, “the show’s all falling to pieces now!” He exclaims, shoving his face into a cushion. Freminent glances at Lynette, who’s determinedly ignoring Lyney and eyeing a slice of cake on the table. 

“Leave him be,” she says when she notices Freminent’s silent cry of help, “he’s just being dramatic. Lyney pull yourself together,” she scolds, carefully slicing through the cake with a fork, “you’re making Freminent worry.” 

“Oh my dearest little brother! I had no idea, please forgive me for causing you grief!” Lyney monologues, in a manner not very different to how Lady Furina would deliver speeches, “but this is a matter of utmost importance, I’m really in a pickle.”

“Lynette, maybe…” Freminent begins, watching as his sister’s tail flicks, “hm? Oh alright,” she says in an exasperated voice, “Lyney, use your words. What. Is. It?” 

“I,” Lyney begins, delighted to have an audience, “have a problem!”

“I’m delighted to know that you have gained self-awareness,” Lynette replies dryly, reaching for another slice of cake, Freminent watches her and knows that a scolding from Lyney is imminent, but keeps his mouth shut.

“Oh Lynette, how could you be so cold to your dear brother?” Lyney continues to complain, he rests his cheek on the cushion and sighs. 

“Are you going to talk about your problem or not?” 

“All in due time, there’s no need to be impatient,” Lyney retorts, Freminent blinks, clutching Pers a little tighter as he gets comfortable.

“See, it goes a little like this,” Lyney begins wistfully, “I’ve been experiencing something quite phenomenal you see,” he says, eye turning round, “my hands have been sweating a lot, and it’s like my heart is about to go–” Lyney snaps his fingers and miraculously, a shower of blue coloured butterflies erupt from his fingertips. 

“Like that!” He waves his hands.

Freminet nods, “I see,” he says, absorbing himself in the storytelling. 

“Just get on with it,” Lynette says, delicately pouring herself another cup of tea, her ears pricked in a very satisfied manner. 

“Well!” Lyney continues unoffended, “my brain has also been going fuzzy and I’m finding it hard to focus…no matter what happens, I just keep thinking about the same thing. But sometimes I’m giddy and all mushy like–” 

“Please don’t,” Lynette interrupts, “it’ll be a hassle to clean up later.” 

“Oh just this once, please Lynette, please?” 

Lynette sighs, “fine.” She says, with unamused eyes. 

Lyney grins and melts himself onto the couch, “I’m melting like sugar, or one of those chocolates that dissolve in your mouth!” He proclaims, and throws a sweet at Freminet who catches it, “Caramel Melts; nothing like a melt to give you a little help,” he says slowly, reading the cursive print on the wrapper. 

“Where did you get this from?” Freminet asks curiously. 

“Unimportant,” Lyney says dismissively, “I’ll get you some more if you like them though, but anyways, all of the symptoms listed above,” Lyney unravels a scroll and unrolls it with a flourish. 

Freminet should be used to Lyney’s tricks by now, but he’s still amazed at the fountain pen that begins writing by itself, “sweaty hands, strange emotions; mushiness, unreasonable amounts of joy…” he stops reading. 

“All of these,” Lyney points at the scroll, “are what I believe are symptoms of…” he pauses for dramatic effect.

“That’s right! These are none other than…signs of heart stroke!” Lyney says proudly. 

There is a long, fat silence. 

The floor is very interesting, Freminet decides, and these shoes have a spectacular shine, I should really polish them some more, he thinks to himself.

“Lyney,” Lynette says, breaking the heavy silence, “you’re not going through heart stroke.” 

Thank archons, Lynette is here! Freminet doesn’t think he’d have the courage to say that to Lyney’s face, in a manner that wouldn’t make Lyney even more melodramatic. 

“What!? Then what is it?” Lyney asks, rising from the clutches of the plush couch for the first time. 

“My diagnosis is…” Lynette pauses for dramatic effect, and Freminet swears Pers is listening attentively too. 

They all hold their breaths. 

“You’re in love, Lyney.” Lynette announces, taking a long sip of her tea. Freminet’s eyes widen, but it doesn’t compare to the heavy thud he hears and the long, loud shriek of, “WHAT?!” That echoes well and truly wonderfully throughout Hotel Bouffes d'ete. From then on, the urban legends of Fontaine often speculated about a most inhuman ghoul or perhaps, troll that was being kept hidden in the Hotel basement. 

Not that such rumours could ever be proven. 

“Let them imagine,” Lynette would say, sipping her tea nonchalantly, “a little shock has never hurt anyone,” she glances at Lyney, who’s been sitting on his chair with a stunned expression on his face. Indeed, Lynette helps herself to a macaroon, perhaps the next step is to give Lyney a little push, after all, a gentle nudge has never hurt anyone either.

[junkienet]

✱ AFTER DAWN CARESSES ？ eagle master noa.

fluff ⌇ cute time with a partner undertone ⸻ ﹙ 𝒜lt ﹒ universe ﹚ established relationships. 𝒻.ᐟreader

LATE AT MIDNIGHT ◞ 09 : 27 o ' clock. ⸻ between entwined legs and arms.

underneath the canopy of bleak branches , the bubbling murkiness of the gelid grime ringlet your perspiring brow. you steep your corporeal weight on your hip—joint , stirring in the fathomless concave of the nest made of caramel—deerskin , shrubbery and withered leaf stalks. noa , master of birds , paladin of the eagle's clan , skates his elephantine thumb across the sun—peel of your cheek. the womb of his gloved palm in carved leather kneads the peach flesh , like seared bread. he whir's , gurgling beneath the thwack of accumulated drool under your tongue, the shore of your eye elongates and squash bellow the pumpkin—cushion of his fingers. you gulp the swell of saliva, cooling the structure of your larynx.

you rasp. " your hand is the same size as my cranium . " the ape crane his mandible , abstracted. his digits clatter on the beak of your head.

" cra—nee—um , hmm. " he scratches his throat, ambivalent.

you nod once , your fingernail galloping along the meadow of ochre fur that drenched the perimeter of his denuded , salmon—skinned ear. " cranium , yes. " you extol the arid tumult at the bottom of your dehydrated mouth. " you could crush it if you wanted to. " you babble in the cadence of a lonely nightingale.

the chimpanzee denies twice , muddling his snout , barbed of your human—kind ideality. he spits a smack of lips in the opposite route , undulating a drapery of your ravelled hair.

" i won't . " his shale timber of voice excavates into a nasal splutter.

you coil your head , distinguishing the crackle of the nest's teeny twigs. " but you could. "

" i won't . "

you broom the juncture of his scruff , blanding the pulsating pitter—patter of the crown of your skull as you perceive a scintilla of his viridian—green orbs , of wheat fields and groves , sumptuous. " i believe you . "

he sprain his upper—spine , the peak of his paw toes stroking the crook contour of his left kneecap . he panted a grunt , an abysmal clamor that hike's aerially , exultant .

" you have long nails . . . you could take my eyes out , " he glabber's with a sequence of drooped blinks. " if echo wanted to. "

you negate three times , slouching your forehead on his leafy , pompous bosom. " i won't. "

his herculean arm cascade parallel to an iron belt through the shoal arch of your waist , impelling you against his thorax.

" i believe you. "

SEXY JUTSU LIKE NARUTO ©JUNKIENET ╱ 2024.

[mrs-trophy-wife]

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[dageroll]

Does a big white ostrich egg tickle your fancy? Could you imagine how brutal that would feel to give birth to one?

Oh absolutely. The hard unforgiving shell, the nice size. The thing I love about egg births is how hard they are. Babies are squishy, but eggs are HARD. In a normal birth, sure you stretch a lot, but the baby is also getting squished, the head elongates, the skull isn’t fused, they’re chubby, which is imagine would be kind of like a cushion or padding in contrast to a hard, solid egg shell. In an egg birth, the only thing that changes shape is the mother. You need to stretch around the entirety of that hard, solid egg, or it won’t come out, and i imagine that makes it way more painful and intense than a normal birth would be.

I think that’s as much as I can yap about that. Tysm for the ask!

[eterno1111]

In the realm of diamond engagement rings, the quest for the perfect symbol of love often leads couples to explore the vast array of diamond cuts available. Among the many choices, three distinct shapes have garnered significant attention and admiration—Antique Cushion Cut, Heart-Shaped, and Radiant Cut. Each of these cuts possesses its unique charm, offering couples an opportunity to express their individuality through the choice of a ring that resonates with their style and sentiments. In this article, we delve into the intricate beauty of antique cushion cut diamond engagement rings, the romantic allure of heart-shaped princess cuts, and the modern brilliance of radiant cut rings with trillions.

[klausysworld]

Can you write human!witch!reader and yandere! Klaus and hes in his rut or breeding season , also where reader is Gothic but kinda shy so when she is horny, Klaus can smell it, but she loves his wolf form, so he reads her mind and decides to ask her about it, and because of that he ends up knotting her multiple times in one night.

(For those of you who couldn’t tell from the ask THIS WILL CONTAIN WOLF SMUT so like go away if it’ll make you uncomfortable. Okay love you, enjoy ;))

Ruining her

Klaus ran his hands down his lovers arms gently as she leant back against his chest. His nose brushed over the side of her neck as his lips pressed soft kisses as he moved along to her shoulder and back.

His fangs and canines elongated in his mouth and his arms circled round her to press her ass against his hard on. Her skirt was so tiny he could see her plump ass perfectly, only her fishnet tights giving her the bear minimum coverage and her thing not helping at all.

His cock was so fucking desperate to be buried deep inside her, he could feel himself throbbing under his jeans as she bent forward to grab a chip from the bowl on the table in-front of them.

He moved forward with her and pressed his lips to her back, he kissed up her spine slowly while listening to her heart patter away in her chest. Her cropped jumper was easy to push up as his hands slid up her torso to squeeze her generously filled bra cups. His crotch ground against her behind as his forehead rest against her back.

He could hear her breathing getting heavier as he knew his was too. Her arousal flooded his senses as he basically humped her like a horny dog wolf. Within seconds he had her pressed right against the couch cushions while rubbing all up on her with his face in the back of her neck.

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Klaus was never ready for the full hit of his rut. He always underestimated just how powerful it was and how hungry he got for her.

He would sell his soul to have her on all fours, bent right down for him to mount her. He just wanted to fuck her until she was so worn out she couldn’t function. He wanted to knot her until she already looked pregnant with his babies.

But really he wanted to have her in a way he wasn’t sure he was allowed to.

He could still remember the first time he showed her his wolf form, how astonished she was by how huge he was. He knew he was many times the size of just any only wolf, and he loved how he could peer down at her like she were his prey.

Having her soft hands reach up to touch his face and run her fingers over his dagger like teeth. Seeing how her lips parted in amazement and her eyes search his frame. The breathless whisper of his name she gave as though she weren’t sure it was him, as if she hadn’t watched him turn just moments ago.

What he hadn’t exactly expected was the addictive scent of her desire for him.

But once he caught it, he couldn’t help but test just how much she liked him like that. So turning became a more regular occurrence for him, loving how she would curl up so his body could trap her in. He would listen to her shallow breaths as dirty little things filled her head. He would lick the area between her neck and shoulder and watch as she bit down on her lower lip to quieten herself.

It only made his rut that much harder to contain when the recurring dream of having her absolutely destroyed with his claws tearing their bed to shreds and the power of his thrusts nearly knocking her out. And what made his obsession with it fall over the edge was knowing that she wanted it too. Even if she wouldn’t admit it yet, he always knew what she needed and he would always provide.

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Klaus couldn’t help the way his nails formed claws and sunk into her shoulders, he could feel his need for her rising by the second.

“I need to have you” he whispered lowly to her and she nodded

“You do have me” she told him while arching her back to present her ass all the more better for him.

“I need you.” He whispered again while breaking the skin of her shoulders making her let out a high moan.

“Then have me” she breathed

“Love…” he murmured, still grinding up against her “I need you in so many ways”

“You can do whatever you like Klaus, I’ll always help your rut, let you finish inside me again if you like?” She offered while looking over her shoulder to him.

“Oh I will sweetheart, I’m gonna fill you up till you’re drunk on my cum” his voice was deep and gravely as he spoke, his eyes near obsidian as he looked to hers. Her arousal multiplied as she looked at his expression and she couldn’t help but imagine how he would look with his jet black fur to match them.

“Klaus…” she mumbled as she slowly pushed herself up and him off of her making a growl vibrate through his chest. Her face was flushed red and he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone. His hand grabbed hers as she went to push herself up from the sofa. He pulled her back to him and brought her palm to his jeans, pressing it against his hard on making her breathing stutter and her brows pull together.

“I know what you want” he whispered “I want to as well” he felt her fingers curve to squeeze his balls lightly through his clothes “you’re gonna be such a good girl” he muttered “just take your little outfit off and go get ready for me in our room okay?” His eyes remained on hers seeing the nervousness and excitement rise in her. “Can you do that my love? Are you ready for that?”

She nodded with that same dumbstruck expression on her pretty face as he stroked her cheek and kissed her lips gently. “I’ll be right up alright?” She nodded again and one side of her mouth curled up as he leant forward to brush his lips over her ear “I’m going to ruin you sweetheart”

The second he stood up away from her she let out a breath she hand realised she was holding before reality hit her and she ran up to their bedroom.

Her clothes were off in the matter of seconds and she was checking herself in the mirror. Claw marks already in her shoulder and her pussy pulsing while her wetness spread to her thighs and sticking them together. She wiped her inner thighs a little before pulling the duvet off of the bed and onto the leather couch that wait against the wall.

She sat on her knees against the bed sheets on top the mattress, her heart was pounding and her teeth held to lower lip up as she began to doubt herself.

Though her thoughts were cut short when the sound of his heavy paws approached the door.

She sucked in a breath as he walked in. She could never get over how magnificent he looked. The pure strength his body must hold was extraordinary and her lips always parted in disbelief at the sight.

His tail wagged low to the ground and he kicked the door shut and steps onto the bed, the mattress sinking under him. He made sure to be slow as he got closer to make sure she was definitely up for it.

He could hear her swallow thickly through her nerves as he towered over her even as he sat before her. Her eyes dragged down his front to his growing pink dick that stood gaining every ounce of her attention. Her mouth watered significantly at the sheer thickness of it as it just kept getting bigger before her.

He let out a rumble to try tear her attention away but her focus was locked in. He bent his neck brown to lick over the wounds on her shoulder making her shudder and lean her head against his chest and stare down at his cock which she assumed, and hoped for her sake that was fully erect and would had finished growing.

“Oh my god” she whispered and although she wasn’t looking at him, a smirk pulled at his face and his paw moved up to push her down.

She went down without any hesitation, her hot breath ghosting his tip making him growl lowly in anticipation. Her tongue gave a tentative lick before a breathy moan left her lips at the taste and her lips were wrapped around it within a second.

His claws scratched lightly at her skin as she sucked hungrily at him, her tongue darted out to rub at his slit. She was too entranced to feel the pain of her mouth being stretched as he somehow got even larger in both thickness and length while in her mouth. His eyes shut as she swallowed around him and pushed herself further down his dick.

His paw curled down to hold the back of her head, forcing himself deeper into her throat and loving how she choked on him. He ached in her soft little mouth as his hips thrust upward making her gag and cough around him but ultimately giving no attempt to pull off him. He looked down to see her eyes nearly in the back of her head as she guzzled him like whore.

He licked his lips as he brought his other paw to hold her down, shoving nearly all of him down her throat had her face nearly purple without oxygen. Begrudgingly he let her pull back for air, though she was soon back on him and sucking him down.

His tail batted against the bed seeing her so hungry for him. He breathed in deeply, a wave of her slick hitting him in full force.

He felt the growing desire to himself inside her. To have her mewling and whining like a desperate slut. After another blissful moment of her mouth before pushing her back onto the mattress, much to her dismay apparently as she whined and tried her hardest to sit up and suck him off some more.

He would have laughed if he could but for now he needed to have her. She was so fucking desperate for him, he would never turn back if this was how she behaved.

Her eyes trailed back up his frame as she gave in and laid still beneath him. He was so big, in every aspect, she didn’t want to be in control. She wanted him to do anything he wanted with her, and if he wanted her to lay down then she would.

He hummed in approval at her quick turn of submission, seeing that glossy effect over eyes as she gazed up at him like he were the most beautiful thing to ever exist. He pulled his paw down her front leisurely, his claws lightly pressing down against her skin creating a pleasant sting and light pink lines down her chest and abdomen.

His tongue shortly follows the marks, licking up from her hip to her neck. His eyes stayed on hers, pupils dilated as she watched his long tongue dance over her body.

“Klaus…” she whispered with a breath.

He growled softly as he lowered himself down so his chest hover just over hers, his fur brushing against her as they breathed in sync. Her hands rose to stroke his face gently, her eyes glancing to his lips with a hint of hesitation. His tail swayed lightly through the air as he licked her cheek and then her jaw, his sharp teeth gently nibbling the sensitive skin of her neck to make her whimper and have her hands in his fur.

He could hear the pulse in her cunt as she tugged at his coat. He nipped his way down to her belly listening to her sounds grow needier and her hands get rougher.

“Please Klaus, please” she whispered in a chant, the plea rolled of her tongue with ease and her eyes held so much need in them he could only laugh in his head as he moved a little lower. Her legs opened without a second thought and her hands were pulling at him desperately, whispered begs repeatedly given to him.

He pressed his muzzle to her soft tight pussy, listening to her gasp and letting his tongue slither out to taste her. “Oh dear god” she whispered as he licked over her folds and clit at a slow, dragged out pace. He had imagined this moment in his head a hundred times over but never had he realised how much stronger she would taste. His senses were his greatest privilege and he took advantage of it as much as possible. He had already felt how much more sensitive he was to her wet hot mouth, then how strong her arousal was and now this? He couldn’t wait to get her on all fours.

The more he thought about it, the more effort he was subconsciously putting into his work. He had been in a daze while he passionately buried his snout in her cunt. Only when her loud cry filled his head did he realise how furiously he was lapping at her. Her chest was pushed up and her nails were dug right into the scruff of his neck.

He gave a few more licks before pulling back. Her legs went limp either side of his head as she let her ragged breathing try to even out. Not that she had much a change before he was pushing her up. His teeth grabbing onto her arm to pull her up making her whimper and sit up.

A deep bark left his throat as he rounded her, getting behind her to give her a hint which she got and looked at him nervously. He nodded his head to her in encouragement and urged her onto her knees.

“Oh..kay…” she whispered moving into his desired position “is..is this…?” She began but let out a squeak as she felt his claws in her hips, pulling her back to him and propping her ass up better. A portion of his weight was against her as he brought himself on top of her, his back legs holding himself up enough so she didn’t feel heavier than she was. He growled to himself as he shuffled against her to slip himself between her legs.

He looked down to see try see what he was doing but only found himself that much more desperate seeing her dripping little pussy shining back at him as she spread her arms out and lay her head and chest against the mattress. He could see and feel his dick growing more eager as her hand moved between them to help guide him inside her.

The loud moan she let out was euphoric to hear, almost as magical as the feeling of his fat cock being shoved inside her.

“Oh god, oh god” she whimpered, her tiny tight hole was barely fitting his tip inside her let alone any more of him. He was stuffing her full of him, inch by inch, his ears twitching at the straight up pornographic sounds she was producing.

He bucked his hips up to sheath himself deeper inside her, the cry she gave was only encouragement. His mind was spinning at the situation they were in. Her plushy walls held onto him so deliciously he was panting beyond relief, his tongue out of his mouth as he got a good grip on her before thrusting his hips at a bruising pace.

She gave no effort to quieten herself as she cried out for more and more. No dreams would ever amount to the real thing, it was like he was on every inch of her body. His hips rutted to hers in a frenzy, the intensity of the breeding season smacking him in the face full force.

He could feel himself swelling at the base of his cock, his knot forming making him let out deep grunts as his claws tore at the sheets beneath them and then at her shoulders, her hips, her back. And she relished in ever pain filled tear of her skin, the adrenaline flowing through her body as she strained as far as she would ever be able to so he could force his knot inside her.

“Oh fucking hell Klaus” she yelled as it swelled inside her. He fucked it in and out her several more times to hear her cry and moan until he found himself unable to pull out and spilling all inside her, not that their was anymore space to fill. Her eyes rolled back as it overflowed out of her and his dick continue to throb inside her. Thinking wasn’t something she could even want to do as she was overcome with the need to please him, to be bred my him and hold his pups.

A full two minute of them both remaining still as he pumped his load into her until she felt heavy with him cum, he was able to get out of her only to have not softened at all.

He backed off of her to see her covered in their mess, he wasn’t sure when she had orgasmed but by the scent and looks of it, it was more than once.

He bent his head down to lick a long swipe up her soaked cunt, savouring the flavour of them both box together as she moaned hoarsely and her body rocked to meet his luscious long tongue. He moved his way from the hood of her clit to the top of her ass, rubbing and rolling his tongue at every opportunity until she was releasing even more for him to eat up.

He only stopped when she crawled away from his mouth and knelt up in-front on him on unstable legs. Sweat covering her forming a desirable glow to outline her body as she grabbed a hairband from the dresser and tied her messed up hair back.

She looked back to him with her lips still parted in heavy pants as she pressed her lips to his, the hesitation completely gone from either of them as she moan around his tongue and her hands pulled at his fur so hard he stumbled on top of her. Her back hit the mattress and her back stuck to the sheets but neither of them could care less.

It wasn’t long at all before her legs were clinging to his waist while his solid dick shoved back inside her. Somewhat easier this time but still with struggle.

She pulled away from his face and squeezed her eyes shut. Klaus felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Seeing her face scrunch up and twist on all versions of pleasure and pain had him bucking into her once again making her moan out and grab onto him

“Mm Klaus just- oh shit- just get it all in” she whined and he did just that, getting as much as he could inside her before rocking just a few inches back and forth to keep as much of him clasped inside her as possible. His body was boiling against hers as they shook the bed with each movement, his breath hit her neck repeatedly making her head tilt back for his teeth to nip and bite at the skin.

He groaned loudly as he pounded into her again and again, he pulled his head away from her neck too look down at her. Poor thing was barely breathing as she hid her face in his fluffy chest and huffed his scent like a drug addict.

He lowed down so his forearms were either side of her head while her hips thrust up and his rocked to meet each other’s at a mind blowing speed. The bed creaked and if Klaus were honest, he aimed to break it just through force of it smacking against the wall.

He could feel how her walls quivered around his dick as he continuously stroked his tip along her cervix until it was bruised and tears flew down her face in a balance of bliss and suffering.

“I love you Klaus” she whispered and that snapped him, he was fucking in and out of her as though his life depended on it.

He was so glad nobody was home, he can only image how this could look. This was something he would keep special for her and only her, he trusted her and he loved her in ways he wasn’t aware he could. And he knew she trusted him just as much if not more, so much that she let him, wanted him to do this to her. To basically treat her like a doll while she screamed and cried for him to breed her.

And just that he would do. Stuff her full of his children and look after her while she carries them. The amount of dreams he’s had of her with her belly all swollen while he stroked her hair and feels their baby kick.

Every thought and possibility filled his mind as he locked inside her again and flooded her with his knot. The loud screams of his name were enough for him to know just how much she needed this too.

Once pulled out he allowed her a moment to breathe, his mouth gently cleaning her up before he pulled the pillow under her head to give her some support. He could sense her aching pain and bruised insides and as much as he wished he could say he felt awful, he just wanted to fuck her until she passed out and he had to stop.

“Klaus” she rasped, her hands pulling him to her “you know I love you” she murmured while kissing his head “and I’m gonna let you do anything you desire until my body can’t take it anymore”

He gave a soft growl of approval and nuzzled the side of her face. “Anything at all” she whispered looking him in the eye and he knew that the night was truly beginning…

(It’s not like overly descriptive mainly because I just wasn’t sure on it yet?? I don’t know like I do like it more than I thought I would and will definitely write something similar/better in the future. If you have some suggestions hit me, it’s a new area for me at the minute so hopefully it’s still working for yah ;) but yeah, love you all lots)

[toshidou]

18+ ONLY PLS! thank you <33

I can't stop thinking about how pretty Simon would look getting a blowjob. It's a serious issue.

I'm not even being funny, I close my eyes and all I can picture is him slouched against the backrest of the couch, hands loosely guiding your head via thick fingers that lace through the strands of your hair. He'd have his head thrown back against the couch cushion, eyelids closed, mouth parted as rough groans and the occasional grunted praise slips through loose lips.

"Yeah, just like that sweetheart, shit—"

"Look so good with your lips stretched around my cock, love, fuckin' hell."

He'd lose all composure as soon as he feels his balls tighten, his grip turning from soft and guiding, to firm and ironclad. He'd keep your head fixed in place as he kicks his hips up, fucking his cock into drool slicked lips, near growling every time the pushes past the limit of your gag reflex, drinking in every debauched noice that emanates from below him.

And the entire time, you wouldn't be able to take your eyes off him, transfixed on the godly sight that is watching Simon Riley lose himself in the pleasure your mouth gives him. It's enough to have you pushing past the mild discomfort, controlling your gags to let him fuck that little bit deeper into your throat, if only to watch the way his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

You've never felt more spiritual than when he grits out the words you hold as holy scripture, "Gonna let me cum in that pretty little mouth of yours, huh? Gonna be my good fuckin' girl and swallow it all?"

And you would. You'd swallow it all down, his cum, every single stuttered grunt and shallow breath, elongated curses mixed with sweet renditions of your name, the way his muscles twitch in the aftermath of climax, you drink it all down with unrivalled eagerness.

But even after that, there's no powers above that could separate you from his softening cock. You know that. Simon knows that. So he won't try to move you, he simply lets you stay on your knees and worship him; post-orgasm bliss surging through his system as blurry, honeyed eyes watch the way you lazily lave your tongue against his spent shaft, so unbelievably love-stricken by his sweet angel.

[vaguesxrrow]

Hey, I already sent one request, so here's a second (your choice which you write first!)

Can I request a Dean Winchester x werewolf! Reader who can actually control when they turn? Like they could choose to turn to benefit a case whenever they want

The only downside of a full moon is that they turn like other werewolves, but atp reader is more annoyed than anything cuz they keep accidently ruining shirt with the claws or be unable to eat a regular midnight snack bc of the teeth

HII <33 i started with this one, because you definitely got me hooked on writing for dean and now im going through a phase LMAO

dean winchester / werewolf!reader

a/n: do i rmb what werewolves from spn are like? no. did that stop me? also no. (resilience, guys!!)

cws: swearing, mild violence, injury, and blood

wc: 982

tags: gender neutral reader, humour, a splash of sabriel, reader during their full moon shift is me on my period minus the pain and crying

"y'know, babe, this would be a really great time for you to wolf out," dean muttered, turning off the safety on his gun. both of you were hiding behind a stack of barrels, trying to avoid getting your asses handed to you again. your lower back was still sore from when you had been caught by surprise by a demon, and had been flung across the room like a rag doll.

you rolled your eyes at dean's suggestion, even as your pupils changed colour to a dark amber.

dean grinned at the sight, clapping you on the shoulder in glee. "hell yeah."

you bared your fangs at him.

"woah, my bad," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "save the rage for the demons we got coming."

"then let's go," you growled, fingers elongating into claws.

dean looked at you in awe as you stepped out, the slashing of flesh sounding immediately. "can't believe i'm dating them," he whispered. usually, it would be too quiet for you to hear, but now with your enhanced hearing, it was as if he was saying it right next to your ear. you smiled fondly as the first demon advanced.

dean joined you in taking down the remaining attackers, shooting the ones you couldn't take. soon enough, black smoke filled the air and the host bodies went limp, falling to the floor as the demons deserted them.

you shifted back, sharp claws and teeth retracting with minor pain. turning back and forth was easier now - you supposed it helped a great deal that you could actually control it, unlike the other werewolves you knew. practise made perfect, and you’d had many opportunities to practise, namely when saving dean (and sam) from getting killed. of course, you still shifted against your will every full moon, although even then you still had an impressive hold on your wolf.

"you good?" dean asked you, holding out a hand. you allowed him to tuck you underneath his arm as you made the walk back to the impala. you didn't miss the way his critical gaze scanned your body, looking for any injuries.

"back is killing me, but i'm fine,” you responded. “you?"

"busted lip that hurts like a motherfucker, but nothing worse."

"mm." you smiled. "does it hurt too much to give me a kiss?"

"never." he leaned in to give you a chaste peck, chuckling when he pulled away. "uh, you got a little blood-"

you licked it away, toothy grin emerging at dean's expression. "werewolf. i don't mind a little blood." you winked.

he shrugged in acceptance. "okay. hot."

you shoved him away, both of you laughing.

⌦ ----

as the sun set and the moon peeked over the horizon, you groaned, falling dramatically against the sofa cushions. sam and dean were already sat on the couch, fight club on the tv paused at the first frame, and they shot you sympathetic yet amused looks.

"i hate full moons," you complained, reaching for a piece of popcorn. "in a few hours, i won't even be able to eat this."

sam huffed. "honestly, i'm just glad that's the biggest of our problems whenever you shift. at least you don't go psycho on us."

you looked at him reproachfully, flashing your puppy dog eyes. "but popcorn."

he threw a piece at you.

"i'll feed you when you come looking for a midnight snack," dean supplied helpfully. you looked at him lovingly and 'aww'ed, blowing a kiss. he mimed catching it and pressed it to his lips, winking playfully.

sam fake gagged, standing up. "okay, this couple stuff is getting to me. call me when you actually start the movie!"

"as if you aren't as bad with gabriel!" dean yelled after him. you cackled as sam flipped the two of you off.

⌦ ---

you stumbled down the stairs, wincing as your claws scraped against the wood of the railing, undoubtedly leaving marks. your shirt was torn - a recurring accident that happened every full moon. you cursed aloud upon realising you had worn your most comfortable sleep shirt to bed.

once you reached your desired destination - your beloved kitchen - you stared reproachfully at the fridge, which was notably harder to open with your elongated nails.

"don't punch our fridge," a voice said sleepily.

you nearly jumped dean, arms raised, before realising it was him. "jesus effing christ," you hissed. "don't sneak up on me during full moons like that!"

dean merely yawned in response, opening the fridge door for you. he grabbed out various items, listing them as he went. "what're we feeling tonight? snickers, gummies.. aw, c'mon, sammy put pretzels in the fridge again?"

you snatched the pack of gummy bears from his hand, a single claw going right through the packet so it hung lamely from your finger. you sighed, sounding long-suffering and completely done. dean snorted, taking the bag back from you and ripping it properly.

"open," he instructed, throwing a gummy into your mouth. "loving the edgy, emo look, by the way." he gestured to your torn shirt.

"shut up, dean, you know this happens every time," you grumbled, chewing your snack more aggressively. suddenly, a fang pierced your lip, a small jolt of pain going through your body. "ow, shit." you brought your hand to your mouth.

"what happened?" dean asked in concern.

you showed him the blood on your fingers incredulously. "i split my lip with my fangs! are you kidding me right now?"

he visibly relaxed, relieved it wasn't serious. "more for me, i guess." he shrugged, obnoxiously chewing a piece. "mm, this is so good."

scowling, you dabbed the cut with your T-shirt, which was already ruined, so it didn’t matter. a smirk appeared on your face as you swatted dean, attempting to steal the bag from him. "dean, when i catch you-"

he dodged, fleeing to the living room. "nope!"

"oh, fucking hell-"